“To lovers of the wild, these mountains are not a hundred miles away. Their spiritual power and the goodness of the sky make them near, as a circle of friends. ... You cannot feel yourself out of doors; plain, sky, and mountains ray beauty which you feel. You bathe in these spirit-beams, turning round and round, as if warming at a camp-fire. Presently you lose consciousness of your own separate existence: you blend with the landscape, and become part and parcel of nature.” IfsFeelsSpiritualSpiritLosesExistenceConsciousnessFireDoorsSkyLoversMountainGoodnessHundredUnityRoundsMilesCirclesLandscapeCampsRaysBeamMiles AwayParcelSpiritual PowerCircle Of Friends Book:Meditations of John Muir: Nature's Temple Source: Meditations of John Muir: Nature's Temple
“We're all like the little sailor. From the harbors we hear the strains of accordions and the murky soapy noises of the docks, from the mountains we receive the dish of silence that the shepherds eat, but we don't hear more than our own distances. And what distances without end and without doors and without mountains!” LittlesEndsSilenceDoorsMountainDistanceNoiseDishesStrainHarborsSailorShepherdsDocksAccordions Author:Federico Garcia Lorca
“You kids have fun, and be home by Thanksgiving!" our parents would call to us on Halloween night, as we staggered out the front door, weighed down by hundreds of pounds of concealed vandalism supplies, including enough raw eggs to feed Somalia for decades. By morning, thanks to our efforts, the entire neighborhood would be covered with a layer of congealed shaving cream and toilet paper that, around certain unpopular neighbors' homes, was hundreds of feet thick. This is how the Appalachian Mountains were formed.” EnoughHomeWould BeKidsNightCertainFunParentEffortMorningDoorsFeetFrontsMountainPaperIncludingDecadesNeighborThanksHaving FunNeighborhoodPoundsEggsCoveredThickLayersCreamHalloweenToiletsConcealedSuppliesFront DoorsShavingToilet PaperSomaliaVandalismHalloween NightShaving Cream Author:Dave Barry